Ping Shan roared, "If you keep arguing, get out!"
The tent fell silent. The crowd, who had been arguing like sardines, finally realized what was happening and quickly followed Ping Shan outside.
At this moment, a chrysanthemum-green horse was standing outside the camp of the Pingshan tribe.
On horseback, Zhang Qishan sat stiffly with no intention of dismounting, his expression complex, neither clearly one of surprise nor fear.
A woman was tied to his horse with a cloth strip.
The woman was wearing a light blue brocade dress and had her hair styled in the Wu Dynasty's topknot, which was disheveled from the jolting.
When Ping Shan arrived, several Ping Shan soldiers had already surrounded the woman, laughing and joking.
A few feet behind Zhang Qishan, a dozen or so Uda soldiers were reining in their horses and cursing, seemingly afraid that their young mistress was being held hostage and dared not get close.
Song Liyun didn't take the Ping Shan tribe soldiers in front of her seriously, and only looked around the simple camp.
The horses were not saddled; they were simply grazing in the nearby meadow with their bridles removed, indicating they were still alert.
The area is too dispersed, exceeding the power range of the animal control device.
People occasionally emerged from the low tents, indicating that some were already resting.
Ping Shan's gaze fell on Song Liyun and he couldn't look away.
Compared to the Di women with their rosy cheeks, Song Li was not tall, and her porcelain-white skin and almond-shaped eyes made her look like a cute little lamb.
Ping Shan never expected that the relationship between the Wuda tribe and the Wu Dynasty was extraordinary, and even the wives in the tribe were different.
Lady Uya's beauty was widely known on the grasslands.
Now, Lady Wuda is not only a member of the Wu Dynasty, but also just as beautiful.
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